I exhale a stress-filled breath and realize he's right. I nod. "I'm sorry. I'm just really happy to be here with you. And these sunglasses are beautiful. Thank you!"
He picks up my hand, kisses it again, then replies, "You're welcome. Nothing but the best for my little slut." He wiggles his eyebrows.
I laugh.
He turns up the music, speeds through the town, then parks the Porsche in a fire lane.
"I don't think you can park here," I state.
He shakes his head as if in disapproval. "You have a lot to learn, Ivy Ford."
"I do?"
"Yeah. I'm a Carrington. We run this town."
"That's a little arrogant, Dax," I blurt out.
"Touché. It is, but you know what? It's true. And you're now going to get the perks of that. Come on, let's go." He jumps out of the car and comes around to my side. He opens the door and pulls me out.
"Where are we going?" I question.
"We're going to get you clothes."
"Why? I have plenty," I say.
He shakes his head again and keeps leading me toward a store. A security guard stands outside near a red rope.
Why would a store try to keep people out?
Dax leans into my ear and murmurs, "You're my girl, Ivy. You're going to have the best, just like I do. Understand?"
"But you don't have to do that," I assert, not sure why I'm fighting him on this. It's every girl's dream, after all.
Arrogance fills his expression, and my pussy throbs. Something about that look on his face makes my knees weak.
"I know I don't have to do it. That's why I'm doing it," Dax declares, nodding to the security guard who opens the door. He leads me past him and into the boutique.
"Wow," I blurt out, amazed at how high-end everything looks.
Dax laughs. "Baby girl, anything you want in here is yours. Sky's the limit, okay?"
I arch my eyebrows.
He holds a leather miniskirt up to me. "You'd look hot as fuck in this."
I glance at it. It's nothing I'd ever normally choose.
"Where would I wear that?" I question.
"Tonight, when I take you to dinner."
I bite on my lip, my face crawling with heat. "You're taking me to dinner?"
"Yeah. I'm taking you to a five-star restaurant with a four-month waitlist, but not for me or you. Is that okay?"
Is he for real?
"I feel like Cinderella right now," I blurt out, then realize what I said. I put my hand over my face, groaning, "Oh my gosh. I'm sorry."